A Kexue's liquid protective film railgun

The girl's body temperature carried a dry warmth, slowly spreading from the place where her fingertips touched, and the warmth flowed into her heart.

Shokuhou Misaki turned her face slightly, and she could clearly see Misaka Mikoto's face through the whitish moonlight that came in through the window and fell on the floor and the bed.

The two people's interlocking hands did not separate, but subconsciously changed into a gesture of interlocking fingers that is convenient for holding together-this is an expression of extreme intimacy.

At least, Shokuhou Misaki and Misaka Mikoto half a year ago would not be able to hold hands with their fingers interlocked, even if their hands were glued together, it would be impossible.

The girl's brown hair hangs naturally on the pillow cover, her thick eyelashes are also beautiful brown, and her face is extremely beautiful even without makeup, at least enough to make Shokuhou Misaki's heart flutter.

What do tightly interlocking hands represent?

Shokuhou Misaki slowly noticed—there was a silent change in his feelings.

This is a kind of secret change, which is different from the one-sided teasing of Misaka Mikoto in the past.The previous Misaka Mikoto would only hold back from this, but the current Misaka Mikoto is obviously shiny and aggressive.

—Lend me your strength.

Shokuhou Misaki responded to Misaka Mikoto, and she really felt the heart conveyed by Misaka Mikoto.

It's more like some kind of tacit oath.

A day at Didan High School begins with waking up.

Shokuhou Misaki was awakened by Misaka Mikoto, and in a very unpleasant way.

Two seconds after breathing was prohibited, Shokuhou Misaki woke up from the bed with resentment, and stared expressionlessly at Misaka Mikoto, the culprit who pinched her nose.

"Misaka-san, let go!"

Shokuhou Misaki made a muffled sound of pinching her nose, she raised her hand and slapped Misaka Mikoto's finger pinching her nose - but the shot was in vain, Misaka Mikoto let her finger dodge in advance.

"Don't you look at it, what time is it?" Misaka Mikoto raised her chin, motioning her to look at the alarm clock on the bedside table between the two beds.

Eight in the morning.

Shokuhou Misaki's thoughts slowed down for a second or two, and then he sat up from the bed with his body supported, "But you can obviously wake me up in other ways, instead of pinching my nose!"

The blond queen took on an accusing tone.

"Who made you like to play tricks on me?" Misaka Mikoto raised her eyebrows, not feeling that she had done anything wrong.

She got up and walked out of the bedroom, the voice came in from the living room, "Hurry up!"

Shokuhou Misaki looked sluggish - Misaka Mikoto fell asleep contentedly after receiving the response, but she was thinking too much about this matter, so that she really fell asleep very late.

Her Lady Queen, who didn't get a good night's sleep, was in a low mood, and walked into the bathroom wearily.

When Shokuhou Misaki walked in, Misaka Mikoto had already finished washing and was using a comb to comb her brown hair that was a little messy due to sleep.

The girl put the comb into the vertical storage bucket, picked up the golden star hairpin placed on the white porcelain table of the sink, and pinned it on her temples.

Golden stars sparkle under the fluorescent lights, and diamonds cut into countless facets reflect a brilliant shimmer.

A gleam of light fell into the girl's honey-coloured starry pupils.

Even though they took three or four days off, Shokuhou Misaki and Misaka Mikoto had no worries about falling behind in their studies.

For them, the calculation formulas and huge amount of calculations used when using their abilities are beyond the reach of college students, and the knowledge reserves of the two have already far exceeded the level of high school students.

——Because of this, people in class B of the second year often come to ask them for advice, but it's hard to say whether it's an excuse or they really want to ask for advice.

"That's great." Suzuki Sonoko sighed deeply, "Even if you take so many days off at once, you don't have to worry about studying and taking exams at all."

"Yuanzi is too careless in class." Mao Lilan said helplessly, "Often, with a little effort, you can get the top few, but every time you have to rely on improvisation."

"That's because Lan is here!"

Suzuki Sonoko laughed, propped up his body and crossed the desk, and wrapped his arms around Mao Lilan's shoulders intimately.

Shokuhou Misaka looked at Misaka Mikoto: "Misaka-san and I have no chance to tutor each other at all."

Although they often meet in the library, as LEVEL.5, there is really no need to worry about their grades...Which superpower doesn't have a brain comparable to a computer?

In Academy City, idiots are not qualified to become superpowers.

It's just that the scope of abilities of the two people is different, and the scope of knowledge of design is also different-so Shokuhou Misaki and Misaka Mikoto have not yet competed academically.

"Because you are all smart," Shiliang Zhenchun laughed, "You are all geniuses!"

"Well, I have also accepted some ability development courses from the institute." Misaka Mikoto thought for a while, "But if you want to upgrade and use abilities, you have to keep learning."

The tea-haired girl laughed helplessly, "If you don't study, you won't be able to use it no matter how powerful your superpower is?"

Mao Lilan became curious: "Are there really many capable people in Academy City?"

"It's not like that."

Shokuhou Misaki supported her cheeks with her palms, and she casually curled a strand of golden hair with her fingers, "Although there are 230 million people in Academy City, the majority... are still LEVEL. Those who can."

"Even if they accept the means of developing the brain, most people still cannot have the ability to "affect reality". "

"I'll just say it." Suzuki Sonoko had an expression of "I've known this for a long time". "Where is superpower so easy to get?"

"If everyone had it, the world would be in chaos." Mao Lilan nodded in agreement.

The girls who live in Tokyo and have almost never been exposed to superpowers are curious about Academy City and go quickly. After all, Academy City is too far away from them.

"Speaking of which, I saw a very special case a few days ago." Shiliang Masumi started.

Suzuki Sonoko showed a vigilant expression: "Could it be another murder case?"

"That's right!" Sera Masumi seemed very interested, "How should I say it? It should be that the method of attack is very special, giving people a very different feeling... It should be said that it is like a religious ceremony?"

Sera Masumi took out his mobile phone and showed them a picture of the scene without mosaic.

Fortunately, the few people present were all used to seeing corpses, so they wouldn't say they were scared and screamed by the bloody pictures.

After seeing the contents of the picture clearly, Shokuhou Misaki looked slightly dazed, and then raised his eyes to look at Misaka Mikoto - Misaka Mikoto was also looking at her at this time.

They realized in an instant that such a killing method must be what a capable person calls it.

The dead in the picture seemed to appear out of nowhere in the middle of the park. The huge fountain had condensed into ice crystals, and the sharp tips of the ice cubes were stained red with blood. The female corpses were hung on the crystal clear icicles.

It's autumn now, and although the weather is not too hot, the single page is not yet ready to change into autumn school uniforms, and the temperature in the outdoor park is not high enough for the fountain to condense into ice and keep it from melting for a long time.

"It's really strange..." Mao Lilan took a closer look, "But if you want to discuss the case, you are looking for the wrong person?"

A look of helplessness appeared on the girl's face.

"Haha, I just saw a special case and wanted to share it with you."

Sera Makoto moved his phone in a good manner, and his eyes naturally passed over Shokuhou Misaki and Misaka Mikoto.

However, neither Shokuhou Misaki nor Misaka Mikoto planned to meddle in their own business.

Unless the murderer himself was delivered to them, such a well-known person would definitely be happy to help the enthusiastic citizen Misaka Mikoto do something brave.

"Let's not talk about that." Suzuki Sonoko put on a gossiping and curious look towards Shokuhou Misaki and Misaka Mikoto.

"Speaking of which, when we went to Yokohama a few days ago, Misaka-san and Shokuhou-san had a fight, right?"

When it comes to the matter of "love", Suzuki Sonoko has always been not stingy with giving excess to overflowing emotions to tease his friends.

"It seems to be reconciled now, right?" Suzuki Sonoko pouted at them, "And it seems that the relationship has become better."

In the cognition of Suzuki Sonoko, Mori Ran, and Sera Makoto, Shokuhou Misaki and Misaka Mikoto are obviously in a relationship with their father and lover, so Suzuki Sonoko seems generous when joking.

"This..." Misaka Mikoto took a breath.

She immediately remembered her own entanglements before - she didn't understand the reason for Shokuhou Misaki's feelings, so she didn't want to admit it in her heart, and even thought it was just another "tease" by Shokuhou Misaki.

Misaka Mikoto was really distressed by such a thing.

What annoyed her the most was that she thought it was just Shokuhou Misaki's teasing, but she was still damn tempted.

But now, all the troubles she had before have disappeared after firing that liquid-coated super-electromagnetic gun.

It is true that Misaka Mikoto allowed Shokuhou Misaki to control her brain, but she also clearly felt the will that belonged to Shokuhou Misaki—a feeling that Misaka Mikoto could hardly describe in words.

That's right, it's a feeling.

Misaka Mikoto subconsciously felt that this time it was not a "teasing".

Only heartbeat and blushing cannot be concealed.

Even a spiritual queen who can control people's hearts will have such a straightforward performance.

"Of course."

Shokuhou Misaki laughed.

She held Misaka Mikoto across the desk, and the hands they held together subconsciously turned into a more intimate interlocking of fingers.